BlocBoy JB - Jail Calls lyrics
[BlocBoy JB - Jail Calls lyrics]
The fuck this nigga want?
Red dead, I'm so fuckin' ballin', bro
Pfft
Bitch ass nigga
Hah
Phone calls from a jail cell (Jail cell)
When I was locked up, ain't nobody give me fan mail (Fan mail)
The feds watching, get a new trap and new clientele (Clientele)
I'm with some folks, I'm with some Joes, they tell me all is well (Word)
I'm eyeballing, fuck a skit, this shit not digital (No, not digital)
I shot a opp, what's his condition? That shit critical (Condition)
Hey, everything a nigga do, this shit original (Facts)
These niggas chicken like a fifty piece, traditional (Big facts)
Walk in this bitch and I smell like a pound, but I only came in with a quarter (Gas)
Twenty-five racks don't look like a stack, I like all my hundreds in order (Cash)
I'm in Russia with a strap I took across the border (Rah)
I might call your ass, subtract, because your money shorter (Facts)
East side nigga, we took out them C's, we take your money and leave (Drip, crip, crip)
Glock with a dick and they all about to preach, cross your mans out like a priest (A priest)
I've been strapped since I was wearing dickies at Caprice (Wow)
Might cop an old school Monte Carlo or Caprice (Word, w-w-w-word)
YOLO
I shot his mans and fucked on his sister, I call that shit rasta, a low blow (Blow)
I hit the mall, I don't gotta snap, 'cause everybody taking photos (Wow)
Bitch, I'm from Memphis where we catch some bodies and we do not talk to the po-pos (Never)
Too gangster in a new Maserati, got me feeling like I'm Bobo (Skrrt)
Still busting thirty for juicy (Facts)
You like a young nigga, you stupid (Stupid)
I tow the .30's in movies (In the movies, in the movies)
Yeah, yeah
Pull in something so coopish (Skrrt)
Your bitch looking at me, she groupie (Wow)
She eat the D like some ruckress
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm in business, I suit it (Huh?)
A lot of niggas say that they the block, but they never got recruited (No, ooh)
I'm smoking gas, this shit off the top, this shit right here is some pooty (Booty)
I see her ass when she gave me top, now this shit right here is some booty (Fool)
Ain't no stopping her, if her man's find out, it is some kaka, then he'll go stupid (Stupid)
He just be watching her like probation officer, but really he clueless (Clueless)
She not an amateur, I pull out the camera (Word) and make us a movie (A movie)
She got some nice boobies
He want some dope, but you know the price, move it (That's on my momma)
Uh, so much lean in my motherfucking cup
What is your vertical? Nigga, get up
Niggas getting upped on, nigga snucked on, strip him out his clothes, have a nigga ass fuck
Grade street cripping, now you see these chucks, on person ain't no runner-ups (Crip)
Designer down nigga, Louis V up, they make your bitch wanna fuck (Designer)
(They make your bitch wanna fuck
Told that bitch, "Ayy, hol' up")
But you stopping my motherfucking pimping baby and I ain't even living yet, I ain't even got that old, you hear me?
Old flows, y'all niggas fucking on your old hoes
And I was getting scraps way before bows (Red, man, I'm so fucking goated, bruh)
Well, I was getting scraps, fin, one, four
For real, yeah
Red dead, I'm so fuckin' ballin', bro
Pfft
Bitch ass nigga
Hah
Phone calls from a jail cell (Jail cell)
When I was locked up, ain't nobody give me fan mail (Fan mail)
The feds watching, get a new trap and new clientele (Clientele)
I'm with some folks, I'm with some Joes, they tell me all is well (Word)
I'm eyeballing, fuck a skit, this shit not digital (No, not digital)
I shot a opp, what's his condition? That shit critical (Condition)
Hey, everything a nigga do, this shit original (Facts)
These niggas chicken like a fifty piece, traditional (Big facts)
Walk in this bitch and I smell like a pound, but I only came in with a quarter (Gas)
Twenty-five racks don't look like a stack, I like all my hundreds in order (Cash)
I'm in Russia with a strap I took across the border (Rah)
I might call your ass, subtract, because your money shorter (Facts)
East side nigga, we took out them C's, we take your money and leave (Drip, crip, crip)
Glock with a dick and they all about to preach, cross your mans out like a priest (A priest)
I've been strapped since I was wearing dickies at Caprice (Wow)
Might cop an old school Monte Carlo or Caprice (Word, w-w-w-word)
YOLO
I shot his mans and fucked on his sister, I call that shit rasta, a low blow (Blow)
I hit the mall, I don't gotta snap, 'cause everybody taking photos (Wow)
Bitch, I'm from Memphis where we catch some bodies and we do not talk to the po-pos (Never)
Too gangster in a new Maserati, got me feeling like I'm Bobo (Skrrt)
Still busting thirty for juicy (Facts)
You like a young nigga, you stupid (Stupid)
I tow the .30's in movies (In the movies, in the movies)
Yeah, yeah
Pull in something so coopish (Skrrt)
Your bitch looking at me, she groupie (Wow)
She eat the D like some ruckress
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm in business, I suit it (Huh?)
A lot of niggas say that they the block, but they never got recruited (No, ooh)
I'm smoking gas, this shit off the top, this shit right here is some pooty (Booty)
I see her ass when she gave me top, now this shit right here is some booty (Fool)
Ain't no stopping her, if her man's find out, it is some kaka, then he'll go stupid (Stupid)
He just be watching her like probation officer, but really he clueless (Clueless)
She not an amateur, I pull out the camera (Word) and make us a movie (A movie)
She got some nice boobies
He want some dope, but you know the price, move it (That's on my momma)
Uh, so much lean in my motherfucking cup
What is your vertical? Nigga, get up
Niggas getting upped on, nigga snucked on, strip him out his clothes, have a nigga ass fuck
Grade street cripping, now you see these chucks, on person ain't no runner-ups (Crip)
Designer down nigga, Louis V up, they make your bitch wanna fuck (Designer)
(They make your bitch wanna fuck
Told that bitch, "Ayy, hol' up")
But you stopping my motherfucking pimping baby and I ain't even living yet, I ain't even got that old, you hear me?
Old flows, y'all niggas fucking on your old hoes
And I was getting scraps way before bows (Red, man, I'm so fucking goated, bruh)
Well, I was getting scraps, fin, one, four
For real, yeah